When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

After hearing Lu Zhe's words, Shen Qiao's movements of wiping her hair stopped, and the eyes under her black hair were as clear as water soaked. At this moment, a dizzy smile appeared, like a clear stream in the mountains.

He looked at Lu Zhe with a half smile, his tone slightly raised: "You...sleep with me?"

Lu Zhe didn't repeat it, but went straight into the house. When he closed the door with his backhand, his gaze subconsciously passed over Shen Qiao's shoulder. As expected, the room that had been cleaned up for him before had been restored to its original state, and things were lost everywhere, like dogs. Nest-like.

Seeing that he wanted to go inside, Shen Qiao took the initiative to step forward and blocked Lu Zhe at the door.

"Don't make trouble." He raised his brows, and Fengshen's handsome brows contained a slight warning.

What is the result of letting Lu Zhe come in——

Everyone is Alpha, so he doesn't bother to play stupid.

Lu Zhe also knew what he meant. His eyes fell on the three or two distinct red marks on his raised arm. He held his arm with his right hand and stared at the wound. He found that after being washed by the water, This piece of Shen Qiao's skin was slightly swollen, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Shen Qiao raised his arms and saw that he turned a deaf ear to what he said, and then suppressed his throat and called him: "Lu Zhe."

Lu Zhe was not in a hurry to answer his question, but smiled and looked up. The arc of his eyes curled up like the branches of willows hanging down on the bank of the spring bank.

His thin lips lightly opened, and the dark traces on the corners of the lips still existed, and he unconsciously attracted Shen Qiao's attention: "When you entered the house before, what did you promise me?"

After he reminded him like this, Shen Qiaoden remembered what he had forgotten, and pulled his arm. There was a perfunctory tone in his tone: "I know, I'll take the medicine later, okay?"

Lu Zhe hit the nail on the head and said, "You just fool me, you don't know how to smear it at all."

The reason?

When I saw Shen Qiao's allergies at school, Lu Zhe accompanied Shen Qiao to the hospital. He ran into him by chance in the next half month. He still saw the injuries on his body. He even lined up in the cafeteria one time and heard Shen in front of him. Joe's friend joked with him:

"When will Brother Shen's object be brought out for us to see? The'Medal of Honor' you scratched has been in front of the whole school for more than half a month. Should the Lord come out too?"

As a result, Shen Qiao only squinted his eyes indifferently, and said casually: "Wait, you can always see it."

Lu Zhe listened to them for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask Shen Qiao: "You don't apply some medicine?"

Shen Qiao snorted, then casually turned around and said to him: "It's not necessary, it will be fine in two days anyway."

...

It's the same now.

When Shen Qiao saw that Lu Zhe didn’t believe his words, he knew that he had read through his own nonsense, and immediately stopped struggling, and said straightly and openly: “The medicine will be sticky, and the bed will be all over the bed. White paint, not to mention that I will be fine in two days."

Lu Zhe saw the medicine he threw on the chair casually, pushed Shen Qiao away, and walked into the house without reasoning with him. He said bluntly: "So I will help you with medicine, and you will go to sleep when the ointment is dry. ——It just so happens that you can still blow your hair."

The arranged Shen Qiao: "..."

He held back for a while, couldn't hold back, and laughed out of anger: "Okay, okay, Father Lu, shall I take the medicine and blow my hair out later? Don't want to change the subject, you can't sleep here tonight. "

Lu Zhe leaned over and picked up the plastic bag containing the medicine. Without controlling it for a while, he subconsciously helped him clean up the mess on the table, and asked, "Why?"

Shen Qiao: "Be less foolish."

Holding the medicine in one hand and the team uniform jacket that Shen Qiao casually dropped on the table in the other, Lu Zhe turned around and asked with a smile, "Are you afraid that I will do something to you?"

While speaking, he had already walked back to Shen Qiao's, his slightly raised eyes still met Shen Qiao at close range, and inadvertently breathed onto the other's face.

Those who are close seem to be going to kiss him.

Shen Qiao stopped talking, and stopped breathing, subconsciously worried that Lu Zhe was about to start playing hooligans.

As a result, he noticed the movement of his stopping breathing, but Lu Zhe smiled slightly, his chest trembling slightly, and he said to Shen Qiao: "Let's give in, you are blocking the cabinet behind."

Shen Qiao: "..."

He pursed his lips, and moved to the side, a bit of irritation appeared on his face.

Lu Zhe helped him hang up his coat and untied the plastic bag in his hand. He took out the brand-new medicine box from the inside and checked the instructions. He stopped in front of Shen Qiao, then opened the box and tore the cotton swab. Pack, put the things on the side stage, and said to Shen Qiao:

"There will be a game tomorrow, I want you to play more than anyone else—"

"Reach out."

This statement is more convincing than "I won't do anything to you".

Shen Qiao was drawn by the content of his words, and subconsciously stretched out his scratched arm as he said. When Lu Zhe dipped the ointment with a cotton swab and applied it to the wound, it suddenly became a hot spot. Comfortable and cold.

If there is a seemingly annoying itch, it does go down a lot.

Lu Zhe concentrated on applying medicine to him, and his long, curly eyelashes covered his smiley eyes. The curvature of the corners of his lips also dropped a lot, but he did not reduce the charm of his appearance at all. .

Shen Qiao looked at him attentively from close range, and the beating in his heart couldn't help but become stronger.

It seemed that I couldn't keep the ramming deer inside.

He realized that he had been staring at Lu Zhe for too long, and while keeping his gaze away, he slowly and prolonged his tone of voice: "I'm worried... I'm doing something to you."

Lu Zhe helped him deal with the injuries on both hands, put the used cotton swabs aside, took out a new one, squeezed the ointment, gently lifted Shen Qiao’s chin with his left hand, and held the cotton swab with his right hand on his neck. Injury.

He lifted his eyelids and looked at the unassuming person, with a smile on his lips, and said:

"Okay."

Lu Zhe raised his good-looking brows, similar to an invitation, and like a provocation: "Do whatever you want."

As soon as he said this, Shen Qiaodeng felt as if he could not do nothing, otherwise he would appear how unmanly.

Now he seems to be caught in a dilemma--

Be greedy for Lu Zhe's body, the game will be tomorrow, it's not appropriate.

If you don't want to be greedy... he is not an eunuch.

Lu Zhe didn't seem to know the little theater in Shen Qiao's brain. He saw that all the wounds he could see were finished with medicine, and then raised his hand to lift the short sleeves on Shen Qiao's body. Shen Qiao quickly reacted to him with his handicapped eyes and caught him. Wrist.

"Why? Let me see if there are other places on your body that you have scratched." Lu Zhe said nonchalantly.

Shen Qiao looked at him without a smile, and said nothing.

The two maintained this posture, stalemate for a while, or Lu Zhe gave up first: "Forget it, you can wipe it yourself later-let's go, I will blow your hair for you."

Obviously, Lu Zhe is not very sure that he will really lift Shen Qiao's clothes later, whether he can control himself.

...

The buzzing sound of the hair dryer rang in the room. Shen Qiao sat on a chair, playing with minesweeper on his mobile phone. Lu Zhe's fingertips slowly stroked his head, and the wetness in his hair was shredded. The drops of water blow away with the direction of the wind.

He occasionally splashed a little on his screen. The edge of the part where the water drops climbed is a dizzy colorful light. Raising his hand to erase it will cause the trace to be elongated.

Shen Qiao stopped reopening after playing for a while, and simply turned off the screen, and then inadvertently reflected on the pure black screen and saw Lu Zhe who was behind him blowing his hair seriously.

Lu Zhe glanced around at random and saw that his screen was black, and was about to ask him why he didn't continue playing, but he saw Shen Qiao turn his phone over and put it on the table, and he languidly came back. He threw his head back, and actually touched Lu Zhe behind the chair.

Lu Zhe let him lean, and blew with alternating hot and cold wind for a while, and when he couldn't feel any moisture between his fingers, he turned off the hair dryer and leaned over to kiss his chin.

The two people got along very leisurely for a while, as if the air had become lighter, and even the body and mind became happy.

Shen Qiao did not hide from his movements, let him kiss him, suddenly thought of something, and asked in a drag tone:

"Are you about to graduate?"

Lu Zhe basically never returned to school during this period of time because of competitions and practice. Now that he heard Shen Qiao's question, he remembered the leave he had previously asked for, and the reply time that the department had notified him. He smiled and responded to Shen Qiao's words:

"Well, I have to make up my thesis defense when I go back, and attend the graduation ceremony."

Thinking of this, he suddenly asked: "Would you like to go with me?"

Shen Qiao didn't go to university, let alone the opportunity to visit the university campus. Hearing Lu Zhe's invitation, he subconsciously thought about the scene. As a result, he didn't come up with the specific content, but the husband was timid.

So there was a little hesitation in the tone of rejection: "Forget it?"

Hearing his refusal, Lu Zhe rubbed the tip of his nose against the side of his neck. The voice from his exit was neither light nor heavy, but it seemed to be full of coquetry: "Go."

He said: "The children from other people's families have objects and parents attending the graduation ceremony, but I have nothing."

Shen Qiao used to be quite leisurely, but the fire started to get up because of his movements. He raised his hand to push him away, and walked towards the bed on his own: "Sleep, stop talking."

Lu Zhe took a shower in his room, and he was naturally able to rest directly when he came to him, and immediately followed him.

Shen Qiao pulled up the quilt to cover his head and emphasized: "I'm asleep."

Lu Zhe pulled the quilt down, did not pull, laughed out of the top, and teased: "You roll the quilt like this, what shall I cover at night?"

Shen Qiao was quiet for two seconds, and reluctantly let go.

Lu Zhe lay down next to him, glanced at the temperature of the indoor air conditioner, and drew close by two minutes magnificently, because Shen Qiao was driving at the lowest temperature.

Just about to hug someone, Shen Qiao raised his finger to his collarbone: "Okay, go to bed."

Lu Zhe looked at him with a smile, and asked him: "Graduation ceremony?"

Shen Qiao closed his eyes and squeezed a word from his teeth: "Go."

Lu Zhe asked again: "Is that the identity of the parent or the identity of the subject?"

Shen Qiao: "..."

He opened his eyes and put out his hand blankly to turn off the light. In the darkness, his voice was loud:

"Go as your father."

The author has something to say:

Qiao Qiao... What if Lu Gou asks you to make up for this dad elsewhere in the future?